Page 59 of Parker

Mystified, Parker whispered, “Where have you been?”

He hadn’t meant to say the words aloud, but from the softening in Quinn’s eyes, there was no need for regrets.

“I’m here now.” A slow rake of her fingertips against his scalp. “So the only real question is what are you going to do about it?”

He wasn’t sure who moved first. All Parker knew was one second he was lost in her, and the next they were ripping each other’s clothes off.

She pushed and tore at his t-shirt, the two of them working together to pull it up over his head. He tossed it aside, uncaring of where it landed as she brazenly reached for his belt.

Slipping the expensive leather free of its clasp, Parker started for the button on his jeans…but she was already there.

Hands met, and fingers fumbled. She yanked his button free before pulling down the metal zipper. His thumbs dipped between her waistband and skin.

Quinn shoved his jeans down the length of his legs, stopping only long enough for him to toe off his shoes and kick them to the side. Parker slid the stretchy material over her hips and ass, pulling it free from her adorable bare feet, one leg at a time.

Reaching down, he made quick work his jeans, which had been haphazardly abandoned down around his ankles. With the rough denim gone, the only thing left for him to take off were his dark boot socks.

One flew one direction, the other…who knew?

Parker didn’t bother to check because he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was the mouthwatering beauty before him. And she was wearing nothing but a simple, lacy white bra and panty set.

I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

Making a silent vow to go slower next time, his palms were met with satin and lace when he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her body flush with his. A small, throaty gasp escaped her parted lips.

Lips swollen and red from his kisses.

There was probably something he should say. Some grand, romantic soliloquy that a woman like Quinn deserved. But for the life of him, Parker couldn’t manage even the simplest of words.

She didn’t seem to have that problem.

“What’s the matter, stud? Change your mind?”

An arched brow almost hid the uncertainty clouding her unbridled need, the sliver of doubt peeking through tightening his chest. Almost.

Parker shook his head and set the record straight. “I haven’t been this sure about anything in a long damn time.” Then, because there couldn’t be any doubts, he turned the tables and asked, “What about you?” He left one hand in place while running the backs of his knuckles down along her flushed cheek. “You tell me to stop; this ends now.”

He held his breath, his expectant stare watching hers with precision. As hard as it would be—and right now, he was hard as a fucking iron pipe—he’d walk away. If he so much as suspected she wasn’t one hundred percent in this with him, Parker would drop his hands, put his clothes back on, and leave her be.

Lucky for him, Quinn was all in.

Rather than answer with words, she began a slow, torturous slide of her palms up over the swell of his pecs. Delicate fingertips traced the lines of his collarbones before making a sensual u-turn up the sides of his neck.

A throaty groan broke through the silence, his reaction to the simple touch heightened by his body’s unexpected sensitivity. The corners of her lips twitched, the vixen fully aware of the effect she was having.

Paybacks, sweetheart. There will be paybacks.

Parker’s pulse grew stronger. His heart beat faster. And the aching pressure in his swollen cock made him want to toss her down onto the bed, spread her legs, and drive himself balls-deep inside her.

She wants to touch you, dickhead. Let. Her. Touch.

Quinn cupped both cheeks, her thumbs caressing the slight stubble there. With a slight rise onto her toes, she feathered her lips across his. “Make love to me, Parker.” A breathy plea. “Please.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Bringing his hands to her shoulders, the ends of her hair swirled into the air as he spun her around. With her back to his front, Parker took a moment to give silent praise to God for creating such a magnificent creature.

Toned and sculpted muscles kept her spine straight and her shoulders back. Despite her request, he couldn’t keep from running a fingertip down the center of her spine. Starting at her bra’s back clasp, he traced the dip separating a set of strong, feminine muscles.

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